She who pays the undertaker calls the tune.

Immortality,' said Crake, ' is a concept. If you take 'mortality' as being, not death, but the foreknowledge of it and the fear of it, then 'immortality' is the absence of such fear. Babies are immortal. Edit out the fear, and you'll be.

There's something to be said for hunger: at least it lets you know you're still alive.

I have a big following among the biogeeks of this world. Nobody ever puts them in books.

­Do back exercises. Pain is distracting.

More and more I feel like a letter—deposited here, collected there. But a letter addressed to no one.

Though as he'd say, what is 'belief' but a willingness to suspend the negatives?